I squat down.“All right, Legend.I’m gonna apologize for the way I spoke.I was startled.”
“Legend,” Birdie croaks.
Hearing her voice for the first time in so long has me locking my knees to keep from falling to them.It’s just another thing that has changed about her, though.Those fingerprints around her neck are the cause of the raspiness in her tone now.There’s a fire in my veins as that realization washes through me.The blaze ripples under my skin, demanding I take the dues from someone.I just don’t know who the fuck I need to bleed out.
“Where’s your dad?”I ask the question burning me up.
The little girl who had been hiding behind Legend steps to his side, reaching down to tangle her fingers with his.“Come on, bugga.Mama needs us.”
Her quiet tone has my gaze dropping to her, and I suck in a sharp breath when her glacier eyes clash with mine.The longer I stare at her, the more sweat drips down my temple.My heart speeds up and trembles start in my toes.
Those fucking eyes.
“Standing in front of them.”
Birdie’s raspy voice drops the bomb before she allows Valkyrie to guide her to the door Manic is holding open.
Words are stolen from me as my throat tightens.
My kids?
My gaze wanders over them as I take in each of their features greedily, desperate to find some connection.
Why?Why didn’t she tell me?
Heat builds in my eyes, and I bite down on my cheek to fend off the tears.The pain from the pressure of my clenched teeth holds me the fuck down so I don’t spiral out of control.
They watch me warily for a few more seconds before leaving me behind to hurry after their mom.
Kids.
A son.
A daughter.
Two pieces of me and my Birdie.
Shock holds me immobile for minutes before anger shoves through the emotion, shattering it and taking the forefront.
Closing my eyes, I climb to my feet and shove everything back into the abyss inside me.
There will be time to wade through it all after I find out what the fuck is going on and who the fuck laid hands on my goddamn woman.
Chapter Three
Where’syourdad?
Standing in front of them.
The words play through my head as I make my way back inside the clubhouse.
“Dad.I’m a dad.I have a kid.Two,” I mumble to myself, hoping the words will make it feel more real.
The heated temper of my rage beats under my skin as I think about it.
Six years.I’ve missed six years of their life.
She kept them from me.My Birdie.
